metal's awfully chilly on the underbits

A vaguely familiar voice spoke to him, drawing Chaos' attention to the unusually marked female who'd approached. It took him a moment to place the voice and the face despite the atypical markings. They weren't something you saw every day, that was for sure, but it had been years since he saw these ones and she'd been much younger back then. Only a yearling, maybe? He raked his mind for her name, finally unearthing it from the dark depths of memory. Ivory Ridge healer, that's right. She'd left when he took over from Raba. He gave her a wide, boyish grin. "Hey, sure. That'd be great. Delaney wasn't it? You were in Karabela's pack, back in the day. How've you been?" His wounds weren't terrible, bruises and a few punctures, one deep but clean slice on his foreleg and a notch in his ear. He refrained from a 'you should see the other guy' joke because she had just seen the other guy, and well, Chaos could be tactful sometimes too. When it mattered.